Title: Kitty (part two)Characters/Pairings: Casey, Chuck, SarahRating: It should be fine. No worries. Summary: Casey makes a new friend.Author's Note: This is for raevon0206 . Happy birthday lass. I will say that future chapters is very likely to contain some Jellie. Just to let you know.

There were no parents.

After informing Big Mike and trying to off load the girl on some of the female members of staff (Bunny was not a good choice, she made the girl cry) he was lumbered with her. He stayed in the staff break room with her, growling at others as they laughed when the girl chased him around the tables. The call of “Kitty” was clearly hilarious to them, but they made no effort to help him or interfere.

The police were notified but it was hours before they eventually came and when they did, they weren’t the “real” police.

Casey was backed up against the wall, squirming to keep the little girl from hugging and touching him, when at last the door opened. Casey knew instantly that they weren’t normal police.

“Colonel.”

The little girl looked at them and before Casey could get a hold of her, she ran behind him, wrapping her arms around his leg and murmuring a whine that indicated she didn’t like them at all. Just like she did with everyone else.

“We’ve been ordered to take the girl.” said one of the officers, bending down into a crouching position. She smiled and held her hand out towards the toddler, but the girl was having none of it. Her face smooched against Casey’s legs and whined.

“Can I ask why you have been sent to collect the kid?” he asked, curiously. The two other agents looked at each other and then shook their heads.

“We’re not at liberty to say, sir.” the woman announced. “We’ve only been told to pick the child up and take her to her mother.”

“And her mother is?”

“Someone important and whose identity needs to remain secret for the time being. If you doubt our intentions sir, here’s our confirmation number. You can be assured this is real.”

Casey did so. He took the card number from the second agent and used his mobile to confirm their identities and the code they gave him. When he was given the affirmative, telling him that this was something very serious, he nodded.

“Acknowledged. I’ll let you have custody of the kid.”

The little girl was important somehow. She was either the daughter of a dangerous criminal or the daughter of someone high up in the Government or Agency.

“Kitty!” Unlike the other times she had uttered this endearment, there was the sound of sadness and fear, her grasp on him was strong for a three year old and the attempts to unlatch her from him was met with screams and flaying kicks. “NAAAAAAAA!”

Three fully trained NSA agents were unable to get the child to stop crying. Eventually the girl was unlatched from Casey’s calf and taken away. He could breathe, just for a moment and to help relieve his discomfort, Casey approached the drinks machine and gave it a sharp thump. He never needed money because even drinks machines were afraid of him.

The can of soda dropped down and Casey crouched to retrieve it. Seconds later he was sitting back in the chair sipping the cool refreshing drink and feeling the stress and worries of the little girl ebbing away.

How had Kathleen managed to bring up Alex on her own?

Regrets of not being there for Kathleen at the birth of their daughter pulled sharply and painfully at his chest. The regrets of not being there for either of them stirred up angry frustrations and so the empty soda can crumpled into virtually nothing in his hand.

He didn’t care that when he lobbed it across the room, it impacted with the thick skull of Jeff as he came walking in the room. It rebounded off his forehead and the wall and dropped into the recycling bin.

Jeff didn’t even realize that he had a mark on his forehead from the can and so instead he looked blankly at nothing before tilting his head up at the ceiling. Jeff then proceeded to look everywhere except in Casey’s direction, trying and failing, to determine where the projectile had come from. When it became obvious that Jeff wasn’t going to figure it out, he then ambled over to the drinks machine and began fishing about in his pockets for some money.

Moron.

Casey looked at the clock on the wall and a satisfied sigh emanated from his lungs and mouth when at last his shift had come to an end. He could finally go home, relax and spend the evening with Ellie and her wonderful cooking.

Though, unbeknown to him, a stowaway slipped into his Crown Vic and went back to Echo Park with him.